Probably the last thing I could call a 'project' I worked on
was a chair I made for my (then five year old) niece out of a few odds and ends of wood I had lying around the shed. I designed it myself and spent an enjoyable afternoon cutting the wood and painting it. It being one of the few things I've ever wood-worked, certainly the only thing I've ever made for her, I was very proud of it. In true five year old fashion by the time she got it home she was bored with it and has, to my knowledge, never even looked at it since. I think it's rotting in my sister's (niece's mum) garden now.

edit: fucking haphazardly-working 's' key, extra esses added to make 'her' a 'her'.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Mon 21 Nov 2011, 11:37, 2 replies)

I did something like that.
I made a deck chair for my daughter - just measured one we had, halved the sizes and stuck it together. Worked out quite well, she loved it.
(username failed moderation, Mon 21 Nov 2011, 12:53, closed)

You got wood for a transgender 5 year old?
Pervert.

[Edit: bah!]
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 21 Nov 2011, 13:34, closed)